From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 720: The Runaway Grandson Returns

Micah stayed in the cafeteria with Darcy for a while longer after their teasing conversation. The earlier tension around Darcy slowly faded as they talked. Micah deliberately kept the conversation light, asking about classes, complaining about professors, and making ridiculous jokes that made Darcy sigh more than once.

Still, the small corner of the cafeteria that had once been empty around Darcy gradually became less intimidating as time passed. A few students began sitting at nearby tables again, though they still avoided getting too close.

Eventually, after finishing the borrowed lunch and chatting about trivial things, Micah stood up. "I should head out," he said casually.

Darcy glanced up. "Already?"

Micah shrugged. "I came to campus mostly to escape boredom. Now that I’ve had my lunch and entertainment, it’s time to go."

Darcy shook his head ."What peacock woman? You’re freeloading off poor people and proud of it," he muttered, looking at the spotless tray.

Micah grinned but didn’t argue. After a short farewell, he left the cafeteria and headed toward the parking area. Instead of returning to the penthouse immediately, however, Micah drove toward the Ramsy family mansion.

The familiar gates opened slowly as his car approached.

The Ramsy estate looked as grand as ever, with its long driveway, manicured gardens, and elegant stone buildings standing quietly under the afternoon sun.

Yet despite the beauty of the place, Micah always felt a strange heaviness when returning here. Especially now. He stepped out of the car and walked inside.

Servants greeted him politely as he passed through the halls, but Micah didn’t linger. He went directly toward the sitting room where his grandfather usually spent his afternoons. Albert Ramsy was sitting in his usual chair near the window. Sunlight fell across the old man’s silver hair and the thin lines on his face.

For a moment, Micah stopped walking. His chest tightened slightly. Albert Ramsy had always been an imposing figure in Micah’s memories, sharp-minded, energetic, and powerful even in old age.

But recently... Time seemed to have finally caught up with him. His shoulders had grown a little more stooped. The deep lines around his eyes had become more visible. And after Zhou Ruyan’s passing... The old man seemed to age several years almost overnight.

Micah couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty. His accident had probably frightened the old man badly. Especially after losing someone so important not long before.

Micah forced his expression into a bright smile and stepped forward. "Grandpa!"

Albert Ramsy blinked and slowly came out of his thoughts. His gaze lifted toward the doorway. When he saw Micah standing there, the old man raised an eyebrow. "Oh," he said calmly. "Look who decided to come back."

Micah grinned wider.

"My runaway grandson," Albert added dryly.

Micah’s mouth fell open in exaggerated protest. "Grandpa!" he complained, walking over quickly. "Why are you being mean?"

He grabbed the old man’s hand dramatically. "I’m here all the time! I visit every two days!"

Albert snorted quietly.

Micah continued shamelessly. "Honestly, if it weren’t for Mum nagging me nonstop, I’d be here every day."

"Wow." A familiar voice suddenly spoke from behind him. "Not even one minute after arriving and you’re already badmouthing your poor mother?"

Micah froze. Slowly... very slowly... he turned around.

Elina Palmer stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, staring at him.

Micah blinked as if he had just seen a ghost. "Mum..." he said weakly. He forced out an awkward laugh. "What are you talking about? You must have heard wrong."

Albert Ramsy quietly lifted his teacup to hide his amusement.

Micah quickly tried to change the subject. "Mum," he said quickly, "why aren’t you at the university? Don’t you have classes today?"

Elina walked into the room with an unimpressed expression. "I forgot something," she said calmly. "So I came back."

She stopped beside the table and looked directly at him. "Sorry to disappoint you and ruin your visit."

Micah clutched his chest dramatically. "Mum! How could you say that?" he said in a wounded tone. "You’re my favourite person in the entire family!"

Elina stared at him for two seconds. Then she scoffed. "Ha."

She gestured toward the window. "Even the birds outside are laughing at that lie."

Micah groaned loudly. "Why is everyone so mean to me today?" he whined.

Elina gave him a sharp look. Then she sighed deeply. "You’re spoiled beyond saving." She lifted her hands in surrender as if giving up on him completely. Then she turned and walked away.

Micah watched her leave with a slightly nervous smile. Once she disappeared down the hallway, he immediately leaned closer to Albert and whispered. "Grandpa! Why didn’t you give me a heads up that she was here?"

Albert slowly sipped his tea before answering. "Did you give me a chance to?"

Micah opened his mouth... then closed it again. Fair enough. His eyes shifted to the teacup in Albert’s hand.

Something about the old man’s expression made Micah pause. Albert had just taken another sip, but his face twisted slightly before he set the cup down.

Micah noticed immediately. "You don’t like the tea?" he asked.

Albert didn’t answer directly.

Micah stood up. "Wait here, I’ll make a fresh batch." He took the teapot and walked toward the kitchen.

A few minutes later, he returned with a fresh pot of tea. The new tea carried a light, fragrant aroma as he poured it carefully into Albert’s cup. "Try this one," Micah said.

Albert lifted the cup and took a sip. This time his expression softened slightly. "Good," he said simply.

Micah smiled brightly.

Albert studied him quietly for a moment. Then he asked suddenly, "Have you sorted things out with Darcy?"

Micah nearly dropped the teapot. He blinked rapidly. "What things?" he asked cautiously.

Albert leaned back in his chair. "I don’t know exactly," he said calmly. "But my hair didn’t turn white by accident." He gestured vaguely. "I’ve lived long enough to see through young people."

That was a complete lie. The real reason Albert knew something was happening between Micah and Darcy was because he had once witnessed Darcy and Clyde fighting.

A very intense fight. It didn’t take a genius to realise the situation involved Micah somehow. But Micah didn’t know that. Instead, he looked at his grandfather with genuine admiration. "Grandpa," he said sincerely, "you’re amazing."

Albert raised an eyebrow.

"I can’t hide anything from you," Micah admitted. He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "It’s... complicated." Micah licked his lips nervously. "But I’ve revised a plan to deal with the situation." He clenched his fist determinedly.

Albert stared at him. The corner of the old man’s mouth twitched. Revised a plan? This naive boy? Albert had personally witnessed Micah trying to handle complicated problems before. In the company. Of course.

His success rate had been... extremely questionable. Still, Albert simply sighed. "I hope," he said slowly, "that whatever problem you have with him... you’re treating it seriously." His eyes became slightly sharper. "Don’t mess it up."

Micah immediately nodded. "Don’t worry, Grandpa." He grinned confidently. "I’m completely sincere."

Albert wasn’t entirely convinced. But he didn’t push further.

Instead, the two of them continued drinking tea and chatting about ordinary things.